That taste

All I ever needed

All I ever wanted

Too dumb to surrender

She shakes

Like the morning railway

Ch-ch-checking me out

Someone on a shoulder

The lamp

Flickers in the bedroom

She must feel as awkward

Whorehouse arizona

Now go

Stand up to a giant

Say that I'm a fighter

Too drunk to remember

Too drunk to...

Shake hands

My face is laying on the pavement

Tasting something awful

I hate when that happens

She wades

In and out of sexy

She must be plum crazy

I kinda think I like her

I kinda think I do